really, should i even call myself an author? i mean, look! i rarely write! i rarely even review, yes, you may kill me if you manage to catch me before i kill myself...*cough* anyways, i\'m trying to change though. i\'m starting to review...so hold your guns, butcher knives, and pens on bay....i\'m not that bad to not give credit on your work...i do...just...that laziness attack me more than it should...er, hm...and RP\'s get the better of me that grammar check and i\'ll get on work on that too...so please, bear with me...

Summary: His life was limited, so was yours. But his was longer than any normal human being. And yours was getting shorter than any average person. Rather, shorter than an average Parasite-type user. But it was all for his sake to not use up his.